The Pack: Rule Number 1 - No Mates

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The Pack: Rule Number 1 – No Mates

Chapter One Hundred–Two

DOMONIC

Gabriel’s eyes are locked on my blade as I begin to cut unceremoniously into his wrist. “Jesus! Fuck!” He screams. “That thing will never make the cut properly!”

“I can always use my teeth again, I promise, flashing my fangs. “Relax, ahe. Cadence will be bringing a scalpel. I’m only cutting into you for my own selfish pleasure. I like it when you scream.” I say coldly.”

“I don’t Paul,” snaps. “He’s worse than a female birthing a pup. Silence him! Once and for all.”

James chuckles, tossing Gabriel’s severed hand in the air over and over as if it’s a baseball. The skin on this thing is turning gray. Better hurry Gabe. Tell my Alpha what he wants to know, before we have to bury the hand without its master.”

“Fine! But please stop with the slicing, Gabriel pants, his eyes wilding when 1 drag the serrated edge along his newly formed flesh. “Arizonal They went to Arizona. Near the Grand Canyon! We have a compound there that’s built into the mountain. It’s where we’ve been keeping the females.”

“Keeping the females?” I hiss, my mind winding back to the conversation I had with Alpha Michael, earlier in the day.

Our females went missing.”

You have the Timber Wolf females, don’t you?”

Gabriel nods, his eyes falling closed as I place the blade on the table and take a seat across from him. “We do. They all were born of shifter blood. In theory, each of them potentially has the physical capacity to be marked and mated.”

my chest rumbling. “Why? What the fuck are

and despite his present situation, they fill with arrogant disdain. “I knew you weren’t the brightest, Domonic, but even you should

free flying punch into Gabriel’s jaw for his

he did at the time was release the females and forbid Gabriel from leaving pack grounds for the month. I knew this fucker had the potential for sadism. It’s in the dark of his eyes. In the way he looks at anyone and everything as if they’re beneath him. He’s a born fucking weirdo and he should’ve been banished the moment he started showing signs of madness. He’s like

wincing at the phantom pain in his wrist. “Only the ones that

a shifter can survive an Alpha’s venom.” My eyes light with angry fire as 1 realize he is trying to twist the beauty of the mate bond into Something that will only serve

in her veins anymore, Domonic. She’s had your venom. She’s carrying your child. She has your blood pumping in her veins right at this moment. She’s literally carrying the missing piece of the puzzle that I’ve been working tirelessly to create every night since I gained access to the lab.”

the fuck are you

with the blood of your baby, I can create a serum that will allow the impregnating ofany human

is a mate or not. Giving our species the ability to reproduce as we

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gut. “And how the fuck do you plan to access my child’s blood?”

think, Alpha Domonic?” He spits and the grin he gives me is beyond psychotic. “You had better call your daddy and tell him to hurry up with

DRAVEN

and I can’t open my eyes. The blackness of my eyelids is all that I can see and try as I might, I cannot get them to open. My lips are split, parched. My tongue is like a useless hit of sandpaper taking up the space In my mouth. I can hear my breathing – it’s ragged and thick. Like a seventy year old career smoker on her deathbed, clamoring for the oxygen she needs to survive.

making me want to retch. I can feel the tremors of earth beneath the scrape of wheels in desperate need of a good olling

of who I am and what I’m doing here. How did I get here? What is my name? But that’s silly,

my

of my tongue. At the edge of the

clouded and I need a

to take one.